Talking to the moon.


~WIND~ Wind wolves are social, but prefer small
packs to large ones. Less names to remember.
Wind wolves are fun-loving and care-free, but
will protect loved ones with their lives.


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Cold comfort is better than no comfort.





Relive.

Hey.

Today’s teacher’s day. Actually sometimes I think that the teachers are just there as convenient excuses so we can go back to see each other more often. I mean sometimes the teachers are friends but sometimes we feel nothing for them but just a deep lingering connection with people we once knew. Some we still know some we don’t.

It was quite a blast today though. It’s so great how I’m always happy hanging out with the 4O people. I can forget all the problems, forget all the weariness, the cynicism, the bitterness and the disappointment and just be myself again. Well of course, 4O meaning 4O short of a few people… some intentional… some not. Billy and Chuck are in the former, DG Co in the latter. Poor Jik… kena food poisoning. Sigh.

Went back to Hua Zhong today, just like everyone else. We had full attendance, though kiat had to leave early, and Jingxian couldn’t come. Of course, some of us had to leave early but who cares… as long as we renew our faith and friendship. Went back to see the teachers… saw letchmi leaving as we went in… dunno why she was so busy scooting off. I talked mostly to Mrs Ng, Ms Gwee, Chen lao shi and Mr Bala. We signed the cards and left them on the tables of those teachers we couldn’t find…

The soccer match was pretty fun… it’s been such a long time since I kicked a ball around on that field. The soil of Hua Zhong is precious. It contains the sweat and toil of generations of students and teachers. It has drunk their blood and tears, it has heard their laughter and their sighs, their songs and their cries. And we happily stomped all it today. Haha.

Its so lovely how we can have fun and just enjoy each other’s company without actually doing anything. We just sat and stoned at Paragon today. Talking and chatting, having fun, forgetting the time, loving, living, seeing, hearing, breathing.

Well, can’t really say much more… those who will understand what I feel, what I want to say, already do, and those who won’t, will never. After all, there is only one 4O, and I want to hold these memories in my mind. I write to release feelings. And I want to keep these memories precious, keep them alive. They’re mine. They’re all I have to keep me going.

Thank you all. For everything. And special thanks to Wu Zhuang for listening and knowing, for understanding and caring.

I shed three tears today. One for friendship. One for love. And One for that which i'll never have.





Cinders and Ashes.

I wish she'd say something. For once in her life. 7 yrs 10 sentences? A hello too difficult? A nice friendly bye too time consuming, too tiring? I hate you. I love you. I hate myself. I hate. I love. I hate love. I want to forget, but I can't. It keeps coming back.

Unanswered prayers are themselves answers.

Thanks a lot. And You want people to pray to You?

Goodbye.





Waste.

Hey guys and girls,
nothing much to say today. pw is a chore that must be attended to.

First: Went for lunch at Cafe Cartel with Lec today. Dumb Kum dowan to go. Spent 10.90 on the ribs. Very nice! summore no +++!

Second: I tink I did something wrong by actually DARING to come into physical contact. Sigh.

And: Royston Tan came to school today and showed us a buncha videos. I liked all of them.. I was actually shedding tears during "Mother"... realized how much i'm neglecting people who love me.

Or am i just too emotional?



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You are an angel.

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Your magical style is Magus.


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There. Just one more comment before i succumb to pw.

Isn't it so sad that
we can't see the stars
because it's so bright?
All the city lights
have killed the stars
and in this night sky
all i see is mars?

Ask no questions and I'll tell no lies...





The Last Promise
The winds of winter
Have come again,
And the golden sunlight
No longer dances on the plains.
The trees have withered,
And the petrified remains of the weald,
Still stand straight,
A grim sepulchre where
The cadavers of yesteryear are buried,
Unlamented, forgotten,
Far from the bowers of their birth.

The wind sings no song of rapture,
No breathless regale of birth and exultation,
Only a banshee’s keening,
A requiem for the passing of love,
The memory of a memory unremembered,
Shards and splinters in the mind’s eye.
A quiescence of ice and sleet,
An abeyance, a vigil of sleep.
Vampires and spectres keep the wake
Mourn the death of kings and queens,
Watch the endless pour through the lich gate.
Yet they’re warmer than the bodies within.

It was the chamber where an oath was sworn,
So long ago,
So long ago,
Smothered by the growth of webs and weeds,
And now it comes to light,
As the winter expunged the corruption,
And laid waste to the vermin and scum skittering and
Skulking in the crypt.
The words on the wall are faded,
Purged from the coffin by the vengeful hands of time.
Yet the shades know the names on the wall,
And know the hands that wrote them.

Of them there were fifty,
Fifty oaths,
Fifty sins,
Fifty names covenanted.
Each swore the words, each gave their pledge,
The word that no one kept.
The oathbreakers,
They drifted like leaves in the wind,
Those who were birthed of the same oak.
And lie on the forest floor not knowing who they were.

Yet once, they knew not hate,
And knew not hurt,
And laughed and sang and cantering on those plains,
With the same wind dancing and catching in their hair,
The same sun shining and dazzling in their eyes.
And in the nights they would count stars together,
Fifty stars for fifty souls,
Fifty in a constellation of their own.
The day they had to go their ways,
They clutched the dream to their hearts,
filled their hearts with joy and hope,
And they swore the oath.

To remember to care for one another
To remember what they had,
To remember sister and brother,
To remember the times they shared.
To remember the whispered words,
To remember that they were young once,
To remember the lovelorn birds,
To remember the last dance,
To remember where they were.
To return hence every year…

The last promise.
The one that was not kept,
The one that lies forgotten,
The one inside the crypt…

Not one tear was shed,
Not one rose petal bled.

The last promise.
They never knew what it meant…


Some of you may know what this is about, most will not.
I'll just say its about the coming friday.
Am I still lying to myself?